Hello, it's me- your god.

I placed my hand on her head. Somewhere in my mind the long-lost memory of attending a mass with my father resurfaced. A third party observer might find it offensive how much I looked like a priest giving a blessing. Well, it was sort of a blessing from my perspective.

"I claim you," I said with the confidence of a man towering over a pleading woman.

Instantly her prayers ceased. Her eyes opened and looked up at me with visible awe. "Dios mío," she exhaled. "Te sirvo con todo."

"In English?" I said, not caring about cultural sensitivity. She was mine now, and I'll be damned if I was going to break out a dictionary to know what my claimed woman was saying.

"Of course, sir," she responded with a distinctive but fully understandable accent. "I serve you, a god among men, with everything I have."

I chuckled. "That's what I like to hear."